You don't deserve to see my face. You don't deserve to know what I am doing. You are only allowed to sit under my desk and pant as you stare at my perfect legs sitting in front of you. Watch as I edit my dancing video clip and towards the end can't help but groove in my chair to it. You will get absolutely no acknowledgement from me, because you don't deserve it. Just sit there, on your knees, staring, silently while I ignore your presence.